Clementina - S02 E06

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Clementina - S02 E06

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 6

Finally I felt my balls contract. Thick loads of semen and slime shot into the tentacled maw that was or had once been my mother's cunt. Her tentacles ran thick with the combination of slime and come.

As my ardor cooled, I looked down at my mother and her body. What had I done? What was she? What had I just fucked?

I turned and fled back to my attic room, locking the door behind me

What the fuck had just seen? What had I done? I had seen a tongue like that and tentacles like that before earlier today. It was on the statue in that chamber with the tentacle monster-the monster that had so thoroughly fucked my mother.

What was happening?

I fell down onto the bed, exhausted. Any resistance to sleep seemed to have been drained out of my by my frantic fuck with my mother and the subsequent moment of terror. I rolled over, closed my eyes and sank deeply into sleep.

The first part of the night I slept soundly, but then my dreams turned turbulent and fevered.

I tossed and turned. Visions of my mother in the grips of the tentacled horror tore through my brain, dreams of running down endless dark caverns, stone doors opening in the nexus, then closing and trapping me forever with unnameable horrors.

I had horrifying images of my mother with her long tongue wrapped around my cock, or around my body. In one dream, only her face appeared in front of mean immense face fifteen feet high. Her lips opened and her tongue shot out, wrapping my entire body and pulling it towards her mouth like that tentacled monster had pulled her into the red water the previous afternoon.

I awake in the morning about 7:00 with a raging erection, sheets soaked with sweat and slime. My cock and ass were both trickling slime. My pajama bottoms lay on the floor of my room where had left them the night before when I went downstairs to fuck my mother. I looked at my face in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes above mother. I looked at my face in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes above dark circles and sunken cheeks. I looked like shit. I let my eyes roam down my body, taking in my chest, then down to my cock.

I spun around to my bed and whipped back the sheets. In the middle of the slime puddled on the covers was a pile of hair. I turned back around to the mirror. All of my body hair had fallen out over night. I had always kept my pubic hair trimmed neatly, as much out of comfort as out of looks as my lower hair tended to be prickly and scratchy. But had never shaved it before, and being without any hair down there made my already monolithic phallite cock stand out even more. It looked huge, insanely huge.

What the fuck. Why had all my hair fallen out? Was this a phallite thing? Was I sick? Terrifying thoughts of Clementina's warnings about what happened to male phallite carriers surged into my head.

Despite having an immense erection, I had little desire to put it to use. I really just wanted to go back to bed. But I didn't want to face any more nightmares, and I had class, so I decided to get up.

I brushed the sticky pile of pubic hair Into the trash and stripped the slimed sheets from the bed, leaving the mattress open to dry. turned on the shower cold and climbed inside, shivering until my cock decided to behave, then I dried off, pulled on shorts and a T shirt and made my way down to the kitchen. I had class in a couple of hours and had to pull myself together. I hadn't had anything to drink the night before but felt like I had been up drinking all night.

I made some coffee and sat down at the kitchen table to try to collect my racing thoughts.

I heard my mother stir and she came down the stairs in her usual nighttime sleepwear of a cut off T-shirt and yoga shorts. I poured her a cup of coffee and she sat down across from me at the table. I was nervous looking at her for a couple of reasons. First there was the tongue thing, second there was the tentacle labia thing, and third was my abrupt exit from her room last night.

She took a sip of her coffee.

"You must have been tired" she said.

"I was, but I didn't sleep well. I had all kind of weird dreams."

"You should have taken me up on my offer and corne down to my said.

"What?" I replied, looking at her sharply. "What do you mean? I came down to your room about an hour after you left my room."

"You must have dreamt it, sweetie," she said, smiling, putting her hand on mine. "I was all alone last night. would have loved a visit from you."

"No," I said. "I'm sure..."

"You were dreaming," she said reassuringly.

"Stick out your tongue," I said.

"Do what?"

"Your tongue, let me see it."

She stuck out her tongue. It was her normal tongue, not the long, snaking tentacle-like thing I had seen the night before.

"Jesus," said. "I am losing it." gulped the rest of my mug of coffee and poured another.

"You look rough," my mother said. "Maybe you should skip class today, just take it easy. You may be coming down with something."

"Maybe, but think getting out of here for awhile will do me more good than sitting around in the house all day. Oh, and by the way, all my body hair fell out last night."

"What? Really? Let me see."

I pulled my shorts down and my mother shook her head.

"Wow, that makes you look huge. You in the mood for a quickie before class?" she asked. "I want to suck on that thing so bad it makes my pussy hurt."

I was still processing the tongue and labia experience, I wasn't sure I was ready for a blowjob or any job from my mom. And if taking two tentacles in her slit and three in her ass yesterday didn't make her pussy hurt, I doubted looking at my soft cock would do the trick.

But my mom didn't seem to want to take no for an answer. I reached to pull my pants back up but she intercepted me, pulling my hands away and pulling my shorts to the around.

my hands away and pulling my shorts to the ground.

"I don't think..." I started, but she interrupted.

"Last night I told you that you didn't even have to ask for permission," she said. "But you won't do the same for me?" She pulled off her T-shirt, letting her breasts swing free. They were milky and full, just begging to be sucked and emptied.

I wanted to say no, but I was too exhausted to fight, and seeing her tits I was getting horny against my better judgment. My cock was hard and it looked even more gargantuan than normal without any pubic hair around it. Slime was already dribbling from a purple tip that was gaping widely. My mother pulled the head of my cock in her mouth and worked her tongue around the pulsating tip, teasing the underside and gently biting just behind the helmet. She pulled back and let another surge of slime flow from her mouth onto my cock as a similar surge stretched down from my cock tip.

If I was going to give her what she wanted, she was going to pay a little. I grabbed her hair and pushed my cock into her mouth. She moaned seductively and looked up at me, daring me to push all 15 inches in. I slipped inch by inch into her mouth, feeling the hard flesh of my cock slip past her lips, over her tongue, through her throat, and down into the depths of her body. My balls hit her chin and slime dribbled from her lips, more slid from her nose as she tried to control the flow of slime that was coming from my cock and coming from her throat. She gagged as I pulled back and pushed back in, feeling my cock rub against her pulsating throat.

I thought about pulling out all the way, but the look in her eyes begged for more, so I slipped out a couple inches, then back in and held it there until another round of slime poured from her mouth and nose. Her eyes watered so slowly slipped back out. A huge glob of slime poured from her lips as my tip popped free, sending globs of slime across her large milky tits.

I bent down and licked the slime from one of her tits, swallowed it, then began licking the wide, pebbled aureole and the long, stiff nipple that stood out from the mound. Thick, sweet, seductive milk poured from her breast into my mouth and down my chin, as I suckled voraciously. My mother pulled her other tit up to her lips and sucked, drinking in her own milk.

I let go of her breasts and leaned back as my hard cock tilted upwards. The aperture at the end was gaping widely. My mother ran her index finger through the slime hanging off the head, then slid it inside the tip, pushing it in to the second knuckle. I groaned slid it inside the tip, pushing it in to the second knuckle. I groaned as she massaged the underside of the cock head from the inside while stroking the shaft from the outside.